INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]

Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?

[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill

[Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you

go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I"m saying. That's all

I'm saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I

think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying.

[Mac] Brothers gotta wake up man

[Maestro] Word, word man



CHORUS X4

[Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up

[Maestro] Check it, it's all about makin' records



[Maestro]

Everyday I wake up, I thank God

'Cause I never had to kill, never had to rob

Always had a job

The industry's hard, full of frauds

But I never pulled a card on the boulevard

I just work hard

Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta

Be able to get a label to blast your procraster-

Nating the laughter, has to wait

After you pass the snake, stay awake Hobbes

That's the breaks

You wanna make a record, check it

You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit

'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular

But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya

'Cause labels have mastered the

Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula

Snatch your Acura

And all the bitches you wanted

Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya

Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere

Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder

So you better have a better strate-gy

Can't you see

It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see

Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy

Let me show you the path,